𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨 ۶ৎ

'Hey, Ryusei.'

You stared down at the words you typed out. Why did you just text him?

You found him obnoxious, yet you took the time to open your contacts and reach out to him. You didn't want to really hear from him either. Maybe you should just delete the message?

But before you could do so, you noticed that Shidou had already seen your text, and began typing out a reply.

"Hey, hot stuff."

So maybe that's how you ended up here: In a huge mall against your will, currently waiting for Shidou like you have for the past 10 minutes.

If he were any later, you would have grabbed your things and left. But instead, you hear a voice call out from behind you.

"Hey, hot stuff! Miss me?"

You turn around and see Shidou, with that familiar shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

You shot him an irritated look. "You're ten minutes late."

That didn't seem to faze him. Because rather than stating an apology, or an "I lost track of time.", you were met with a pathetic and bold "I know." Followed by a confident puff of his chest.

"You're not even gonna show an ounce of guilt?" You questioned as you cocked up an eyebrow.

He smirked "Nah, it was for a good cause. Being all dressed for our date of course."

"You're such a—wait what?" You stopped in your tracks, taking an extra moment to process what he just said.

"Yeah, a date. Something romantic that happens between two people in love." He was enjoying this way too much.

Straightening your back and clearing your throat, you reply. "It's not a date, or nor am I in love with you. I'm only here because you asked me to shop for cleats with you, otherwise you'd tell your entire team about me."

"Keep telling yourself that sweets." He replied before walking away, urging you to follow him.

Throughout the majority of the event, you paid nearly no attention to Shidou. Standing with your purse hooked over your arm, observing your surroundings and the different cleats, and occasionally giving an opinion when Shidou pestered you to help choose one pair out of two when he couldn't decide.

But Shidou on the other hand, had his mind all on you.

He did only bring you out to spend some time with you, but never thought that far ahead as to what you guys were gonna do there to ensure you both have fun. He was losing his patience already. Why couldn't you just like him? He can't be that obnoxious.

Standing up, he stretches, arms placed on his lower back with a soft groan. "I got my pair. Let's go eat somethin'!"

He turned to you, only to find that you were looking the other way, particularly on some trinket displayed on the showcase of the gift shop located across from where you were.

Huh, interesting.

"(Name)!" Shidou calls out, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, about time. You spent around an hour." You mumble under your breath, watching Shidou pay.

The walk to the food court was filled with an awkward silence. You didn't speak, nor did you even dare to breathe too loudly. Cautious that if you do, it might set him off to start speaking to you.

But that was short lived, as you focused so hard on attempting to not do certain things, that you didn't realize that you walked past a 'Wet Floor' sign, slipping immediately on a puddle of water.

A pair of hands stop you before you crash to the ground however, gripping your waist go hold you steady, before pressing the entire back of your torso against his chest.

"What would you do without me?" A snarky voice comes from the folk that held you.

Shidou.

You didn't even have to turn your head to know about the wicked smirk plastered on his face.

"This is the closest I've ever been to you!" He pulls you in closer.

"You can let go of me now, you know." You replied.

"Come on, isn't this romantic? Me saving you, us hugging on a date..."

"Not a date." You speak sharply. "Let go of me."

This time, he complies. When you're finally set free, you dust off your clothing and turn to him. It's subtle, but his eyes soften in an unfamiliar way when you look at him. Or atleast, unfamiliar for him.

"Let's go, Ryusei." You grab his wrist to drag him, trying to brush off the embarrassment of slipping in public.

By the time you reach the food court, you both seem to have cooled off a tad bit.

You follow Shidou to one of the shops, watching as he orders. He orders 2 dishes, handing one to you.

"What's this?" You question.

"It's good! Try it. Or do ya' want me to spoon feed you?" He snickers, trotting over to an empty table to set his food down, with you following behind.

"I can feed myself." You reply while taking a seat across from him, before digging into your meal.

But you sensed how his eyes remained on you even though you had your entire body immersing in the meal you feasted on.

"Hm?" You looked up. "What is it? If you have something to say, spit it out. Quit staring."

Shidou hums in response. "Mmm nothin'. Just thinking about how lucky I am to be on a date with the girl of my dreams."

You choke on your food. "This is our second time seeing eachother."

"But ya' didn't deny it was a date. Cause you're finally realizing it is, aren't ya'?!"

Again with the irritating ramble about this being a date. "...Sure. "

It goes dead silent. Shidou's eyes widen and his grin grows wider than you have ever seen. "....You're actually admitting it."

"Well, yeah because you won't stop talking about it and I just needed to get you to shu-"

"It's a date!" Shidou hollers, his voice blasting through the entire food court, gaining weird stares from the people around both.

You curl in on yourself from the humiliation. "Shut up! You're so loud..."

"I'm so gonna kiss you." The blonde jumps up from his seat, leaning towards you.

"Lay a finger on me non-consensually and I will report you."

You're at the train station now. With your train set to arrive any time now.

"Thanks for walking me here." You say to Shidou.

"Can't let a pretty thing like you to get hurt by another man." Shidou smirks.

A ding goes off and your train arrives. But once you begin walking towards it, he grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

"What is it? My trains here."

Shidou doesn't reply. Instead, he hold out a gift bag. One from the shop you were looking at earlier.

You take it, rummaging through the bag to see what was inside. "What's this?"

"You were lookin' at it earlier, so I figured you might want it. So I just brought it for ya'." Shidou shrugs.

"Oh my god, thank you." You look up at him with a sort of happiness he would have never thought he'd see from you directed towards him.

Shidou smirks "It's nothin-" He feels soft lips peck his cheek. You just kissed his cheek.

He freezes.

You hurriedly run inside the train, waving goodbye to him as the doors shut, and the train gets moving.

Shidou's left there, beet red, heart pounding, and unable to form a proper sentence. His fingers absent-mindedly brush the exact spot your lips rested on.

His mouth opens, then closes. Then, after a moment, he uttered his words:

"I'm in love."

"....Holy shit, I'm in love."

A/N: My sister saw this and called you cute (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

You were at a game with your friend. One that you weren't very enthusiastic about seeing at that.

You wouldn't say you hated soccer—you found it entertaining, actually. But this particular game that she dragged you to...not so much.

This one guy was ruining it. With his booming personality taking over the field in the worst way possible.

"Why are you so keen on watching this?" You ask once she catches you glancing at her.

"Because of this one guy. I heard that there was a chance that he might in here." She responds.

Huh? For a guy?

"Who?"

And then she points.

#13. Shidou.

The same obnoxious bastard that was preventing you from enjoying the match.

You were about to criticize her taste, but catch a glimpse of the time. The game was almost over, so it wasn't like you were going to deal with seeing his aggressive and odd play again after this. So you leaned in attempts to get a closer look at him.

Spiked blonde hair with pink highlights. He had some wild appearance too. Wonder what his face looked like when he wasn't out barking up nonsense. But he's quiet now, so if he could just turn around-

Buzz! The blare goes off, signaling the end of the game.

Dammit, you didn't get to see him. You hated when you couldn't satisfy your curiosity.

"[Name]? Let's go." You followed your friend, listening to her mumble something about how the team she was rooting for didn't win.

You two ended up in the parking lot, walking towards her car. You've been out for definitely more than an hour or two, you guess based off of how dark it is outside now.

Have you even stopped to refresh?

You turn to your friend and point to the building. "I'm going back inside to use the bathroom. People are most likely on their way home now, so it won't be as crowded."

She grins in reply. "Get me an autograph if you bump into any players!"

You scoff and turn away.

The place felt so odd when it wasn't crowded. You felt less irritated due to the lack of shoving, but more stressed since you had nobody to follow to the exit.

Shit. You were lost. Okay, no big deal. You'll just ask someone.

You looked around. People seemed as if they were in a rush to leave, or exhausted, leaving you with the feeling of not wanting to disturb them any further. So you kept walking and searching.

More exhausted people, more people that didn't seem to want to be disturbed. God, why couldn't you just find someone to ask?

The worry of not being able to leave begins to cloud your sense, as you didn't even realize that you were about to walk straight into someone. Or atleast not until it was too late.

Bump. You bounce off of a person's back.

Your body stiffens, and you glance up without physically moving your head, ready to apologize. But then you notice it.

#13. Shidou. Blonde hair. You've got to be kidding.

"Ha! You've got to watch where you're going more. Lost?" His snarky tone seems to piss you off without even trying, it seems.

You didn't want to deal with him.

"I was trying to find the exit." You state firmly, attempting to use your tone to indicate that you didn't want to speak with him for very long.

He snorts, then grins wide. "Well I hate to tell you this, but you're nowhere near it."

Very helpful.

"Then how about you actually be helpful and tell me where it is?" You didn't mean for it to come out so rude, you really didn't. But you couldn't help how he got on your nerves so easily.

His fists clenched. He was staring down at you now. "Y'know who you're talkin' to?"

Yeah no you didn't even wanna try acting nice anymore. He pissed you off good.

"Number thirteen Shidou. Fun fact, your play prevented me from enjoying the game."

His knuckles were white. You swear he's about to beat you up any moment now, but you weren't about to lie to his face and feed his ego.

"Ya' wanna go, princess? Big talk for someone who hasn't even looked me in the eye yet."

He's right. You really haven't looked at him.

So you raise up and finally take in his appearance. Tanned with black eyeliner. You guess you shouldn't be surprised that he'd also look wild on the front too.

However, you were more confused on how red is face was, and how quiet he's gotten since you looked up. Was he okay?

But no, Shidou was infact, not okay.

You were stunning. Dare he says the most stunning person he's ever seen. Stunning enough to knock the snarky attitude and the words he wanted to say out of him.

He didn't want to let go of you now.

So with a racing heart and sweaty palms, he speaks once more.

"Ya' know, you won't be able to get outta here alone if I just explain it with words, you'll forget. How 'bout I take you out myself?"

You held back a grimace from the way he worded it.

"You sound like you're trying to hit on me."

"And what if I am?"

This time you visibly grimaced.

You rummage through your purse, and find a receipt and a pen. You hand it to him.

"Here, just write down the directions."

Shidou takes the pen and paper with a scoff. "Playin' hard to get, huh?"

"Just write it down, Shidou."

"Ryusei." He says almost immediately.

"Huh?"

"Call me Ryusei."

Oh he's pathetic pathetic.

Finishing writing down whatever he needed to, he folds up the paper and hands it to you.

"Hey, what's ya' name anyway?"

"Huh? Oh, it's (name). Why?"

"See ya' around, (name)."

"Huh? What does that mea-"

But he began walking away before you could finish asking your question. But at least he was gone now, allowing you to get going on your way out.

However, once you opened up the neatly folded paper he had given you, you had quickly realized why he had said what he did.

Along with the directions, he had written down his phone number and autograph. Oh, he was amusing.

Finding your way out of the building that you struggled to navigate, you let out a small sigh of relief once you met your friend in her car again.

"Took you a while." She grinned.

"Got lost." You replied, while tearing off a piece of the paper you had and handing it to her. "Also, I got this for you."

She takes it with confusion written all over her face, but after inspecting it, the emotion was quickly replaced with surprise.

"You...you got an autograph?! From Shidou?!"

Her utter shock sent you cackling. "Yeah, maybe a bit more."

She was out of her seat, crawling towards you now. "What does that mean?! You have to tell me!"

"I'll tell you on the way! Let's just get going now!" You yell out in attempts to get her of you. Which surprisingly did work.

The car started, and you two were on your way now. She was the first one to break the silence.

"So, how was he?"

You pause for a moment, then reply. "He was wild."

Wild; that was fitting. But maybe you could probably tolerate wild now, thanks to Shidou.

You pull out your phone, open your contacts, and then begin typing.

"Hey, Ryusei."

A/N: okay shut it this is corny I know but I just needed to let it out I'm cool I swear 😞

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! ♡

Bachira Meguru:

You were sitting on the bleachers, watching Bachira show off some tricks, since he thought that today he would teach you some since he was bored.

Alongside this, you also carried a sketchbook. Bachira was used to it, however. He's always seeing you with a sketchbook, since he knew you drew a bunch.

Bachira shows off a few tricks, kicking the ball over his head from the back, before sticking his foot out infront of himself and receiving it.

"Did ya' see that?!" Bachira exclaims. Turning to you.

But once his gaze fell on you, he saw that you had your head buried inside your sketchbook again, most likely doodling whatever you saw near you.

"(Name)!" Bachira shouts, which catches your attention, finally lifting your head up.

"You're drawing again?" He pouts.

You could almost giggle at how adorable he was. "I swear I was paying attention to you though."

He walks up to you, completely abandoning the soccer ball. "You're always drawing something. Let me see."

But you move the drawing away of his view.

That's weird.

"Why are you hidin' it from me? I wanna see!" Bachira lunges forward, eager to see whatever is was that you were hiding from him.

However, you didn't give in. You hold the sketchbook away from him, making sure he doesn't even have a chance to grab it.

"C'mon (name)! Just let me take a peek!" With a swift movement, he whacks the sketchbook out of both of your guy's reach. It now lays open just a metre away from the two of you.

Shoot. You scramble to go get it, but unfortunately, Bachira's faster

He grabs it and pushes you away with his foot to prevent you from getting up and grabbing your sketchbook away from him. As he looked at the paper, he was half expecting to find something weird, or a drawing you might have found bad.

But no.

It was a drawing of him.

Him out of all people.

His eyes widen, glistening with awe at how well it was sketched out. "Why would you hide something so pretty from me?" He turns to you.

You were caught off guard.

He seriously liked your drawing?

"Well, I didn't like the sketch so I was gonna erase it." You replied.

Bachira looks at you dead in the eye like what you said offended him in multiple ways. "Don't ever erase this! I love it!" He cries out, which earns a chuckle from you.

He walks back to you and hands the sketchbook back. "You should draw me more! Just a thought."

Let's just say, from then on, your sketchbook has been filled with pictures of him.

Itoshi Rin:

You swore it was just something you did when you were bored.

You were stuck in your god awful class, listening to your teacher ramble on about something that you couldn't bring yourself to care about. You ran out of things to ponder about, and you ran out of things to draw in your notebook.The restlessness was beginning to get to you now that you were no longer occupied.

It's okay, just 10 more minutes left of class. There's got to be something you could do quietly to pass the time.

You glance around, observing the people around you. Whether it was their posture, or if they were actually paying attention to the lesson or not, you just took note of it all since it meant that it would keep you busy.

Glancing around the room, you take note of more people, when your eyes fall on the person seated next to you.

Itoshi Rin.

While you didn't see him on a regular basis, you couldn't deny that he was attractive.

Especially in this light.

The gold sunlight from the window was shining behind him, outlining his figure with a soft glow, and allowing his eyes to sparkle.

It couldn't hurt to draw this in your notebook, right?

Carefully sneaking side glances from time to time, you used him as a reference to get your drawing down. You couldn't help but think about how fun he was to draw somehow. He had features that allowed you to move your hand freely, and in a way that pleased you.

With the final touches finally being added, you finished your sketch of him. Not bad.

You should probably rip it out and keep it somewhere safe. Maybe your bag.

The bell goes off and you watch as everyone scrams to get out of the classroom, including yourself.

But once you get up and tuck in your chair, you trip over a pair of feet, which sends you and the papers in your unzipped bag crashing.

Great. All your papers were scattered everywhere.

Getting on to your knees, you're hastily picking up your notebooks to get up and get in with your day quicker, along with trying to save some embarrassment, when someone behinds you taps you with what felt like a stack of papers.

"You dropped these." A familiar voice called out. Quickly you realized who that voice belonged to.

Itoshi Rin.

"Huh? Oh yeah thanks, sorry." You replied a little too quickly, but normal enough for him not to call you out.

"Tch." Was all he said in response.

Getting all of your papers back took less time than you thought with Rin. If it was just you, it might have taken much longer. You'd scramble to pick them up so you could rush out the door, and later realize that you had left a few important papers, and deal with trying to avoid getting scolded by your teacher.

But this was nice. You had someone helping you, and although you two hardly made conversation in the process, the silence between the two of you was oddly comforting, rather than awkward.

A majority of the papers were picked up by now. You pick up the remaining sheets and stand up, packing them in your bag.

"Thanks again, Rin." You say with a soft smile.

He doesn't say anything, but you can tell he acknowledged your gratitude.

As you were about to leave, you catch a glimpse of an unfolded piece of paper, and it seems like Rin caught sight of it too, judging by how he began leaning towards it to pick it up.

"Oh, I think I forgot that one." You let out breathy chuckle, turning back to him and the paper.

Now, you don't know if it was a curse, bad luck, or simply just you having a brain that processes what they see embarrassingly slow. But when the screws finally clicked, you could only do nothing but watch in horror as you realize that the one paper you missed, was the paper with the drawing of him.

"Wait—Rin!" You call out. But it was too late.

Rin had already picked up and began observing the drawing while he stood up.

A moment of silence passes.

Then another moment.

And another.

Please say something. Stop staring at the drawing and say something.

"Um...Rin..?" You finally break the silence.

But Rin doesn't respond. Not after a full minute.

"Tch. Lukewarm." Was all he said.

But the tips of his ears were red. Too red.

He shoves the paper in your chest and walks out quickly. Because if he stayed any longer, he would be sure that you could hear his heart practically beating your name in morse code.

He rushes off to the bathroom, where he splashes his face with cold water, but it doesn't help. Whenever he thinks of your drawing, his face goes red again.

How annoying.

Out of all things you could have done, why draw him? Why make him come to the realization that someone like you took the time to observe his appearance to keep on a piece of paper.

It drove him crazy

And drove him to wrap himself around your finger without even realizing it.

A/N: Hii I'm posting rhis half asleep with my phone at 5 percent so forgive me if this appears rushed bc it is 💔